Comments about Karen M. Stakem

Elegy To A Bee

I found a bee upon the grass Who faced his final hour And cupped him gently in my hand Then set him on a flower. A sweet white rose that nestle him In petals, cotton soft, Whose fragrance, as he breathed is last, Bore his soul aloft. And though his tiny body lies Within the roses' breast, His spirit shines, his song still hums In every flower he kissed.